Nolan Morrison rubbed his hand, glanced at Mrs. Morrison on the ground, and confirmed she was still breathing. Then he leisurely said, "But what if I only want this one and nothing else?"
He was trying to buy as much time as possible. He wanted to know what Matilda Jenkins was planning.
Arthur Brown's face looked relaxed, "Sure, as long as you agree to my terms. I assure you I won't let anyone touch her and will take good care of her. Honestly, I don't want to be a villain, and if we can have a pleasant conversation, that would be even better."
Nolan Morrison looked at the man in front of him, who was feigning righteousness, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, "I have a flaw. If it's something I like, no one can touch it. If they do... I'll take their life."
Nolan Morrison's voice was cold, not too high nor too low, somewhat ethereal, apparently lacking any intimidation.
The hand in his pocket touched a hard object, and he squinted his eyes.
